by Bob Roberts, Jr.
This morning I got up, prayed, read Scripture, prayed some more, journaled, and reflected a lot about where I was this day 20 years ago. I called my Mom this morning to wish her Happy Birthday – she’s 79. I asked her if she remembered where I was today 20 years ago, she did. I was landing in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam for the very first time. I was nervous. There were very few westerners there then and even less Americans. It was 1995 and I had never been there before. All I knew of Vietnam growing up was hearing about the Vietnam war in the news my entire childhood and teen years. I remembered having to sign up for the draft like all young men and wondered if I’d have to go. Now here I was, a place where American was humbled. As the plane arrived I sat on the runway that Americans had built and a huge airport they had also built. Runways, jet hangers, buildings – all past reminders of a war. Read more